User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act - Reboot/@comment-3474228-20140225030342/@comment-3474228-20140226015713

Voltan scoffs at Reklar. "Bring me that badger's head and you will be rewarded." He then stands up. "Soldiers! This is it! Soon the mountain will become ours. Long have vermin like ourselves been outcasted and not given any chances; it is time to prove that we are more capable than any stupid old badger lord. Ready your weapons and your minds - The Marlfox has returned!"

Sterling nods apprehensively as they reach the chambers of the badger lord, Greypelt. General Lenter knocks on the door quietly, and they hear a shuffling inside. A few moments later the large doors open and the gray but huge figure of the badger becomes visible. He smiles down at them. "Who are our guests?"

Lenter salutes. "Sah, here we have Skipper Sterlin' Firhound an' th'young hedgehog lad who goes by the name o' Herquil, sah!" Greypelt nods his head and bids them come in. Once settled, the badger lord shakes his head and turns towards the window.

"I can feel their presence. How large is the army?"

Sterling glances at the ground. "Big, m'Lord ... big." Greypelt nods knowingly.

"I can't remember the last time I held a weapon in my paws, but if it will give the Patrol the motivation they need, then so be it. I feel older than this mountain, anyhow." Lenter paces around the room, thinking to himself.

"We have some time, sah. The sun will set soon, I doubt they'll attack in th'dark o' night. I say we set sand traps an' ready the fire arrows with what time we 'ave." Greypelt nods, and Lenter continues. "Sterlin', Herquil, you chaps kin gather rags and oil and some wood fer fire - I'll ready the Patrol an' brief the lads on sand traps." Sterling nods and pats Herquil on the back ignorantly, wincing as he does so.